Luyện nghe bài hát Spitshine Sonata

I lost my voice in the
I burned my
Staring at your

I was a child
My father's
My favorite

delicate arms
Keep reaching toward the
As we starving for this beauty

We are sick with
Starving for this
We are sick with
for his failure

We are with distance
We are with distance
We are with distance
We are with distance

You me on my knees
in your arms
You me on my knees
in your arms

You keep me on my
Mummified in your
This is the last chance that you get
To breathe my name into his

I lost my voice in the
I my eyes
at your eclipse

I was just a
My father's

Such arms
Keep reaching toward the

Only the find peace
Only the won't reach
Only the deaf peace
Only the won't reach